Written Thoughts

There are words before written must be thought and boxed.  For all the dark shadows of lingered thoughts, there are clear counterparts freed upon the summer sky.

Each idea is a dichotomy.  And where it shall be known is the dilemma.  Only one lives in the real world, and the other, in the beautiful imaginary world.  Tonight is tails.

Lost

The past days and weeks and months have gone without an audible word. Though life never stood still, my thoughts have remained silent in their anguish.  I feel lost.  What am I writing?  When all I can say that I wish I can live in my dreams instead of living my dreams?  I have no recourse but to stay strong.  Or at least to appear strong, as a mountain is unmoving.  Despite my weak heart, and a mind that seeks but without companion.  Lost.

Things are happening around, and I am atrociously unaware.  The comes and goes of people close to my heart have become peripheral to the labor of my soul.  Large happenings happen before I catch the stale wind of interpretation.  Lost.